“Och, do ye now?” He let his accent roll thick and heavy off his tongue. “You have mis-guessed my reaction at every turn. Not one thing you have assumed aboot me has proven true. So what do ye know fer sure, lassie?”
Nothing. Only that he was charming, and her opinion about that was not his fault.
Chastised, she nodded. “What would you have me do?”
“Come riding with me in the morning. A good Scottish wife needs to manage a horse.” He cocked an eyebrow. “You can ride, yes?”
“Yes.”
“To which question, lass?”
“I can ride, and I will meet you tomorrow morning to prove it.”
“I’ll bring the horses.”
Her brows arched. “I didn’t realize that you kept horses in London.”
“I don’t, but I have friends who do. Do you want a spirited horse or a sweet one?”
She grinned. “Bring me the most spirited horse you can find.”
He did.
And she loved the rollicking wild ride.
Over luncheon, he told her about his life in a castle, making it sound like jolly good fun.
They went to a musical evening next, and the opera after that.
Her heart softened to him. He made her laugh, his eyes sparkled when he looked at her. And she began to think thatcharmingwasn’t so bad.
And then he disappeared from London.
